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theagnusarchives · 2 months

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my favorite part of writing is when i write 1k words in my notes app and then neverrrr touch the story again

#percy writes #the narilamb au cooking in my notes app #its forgotten and burnt now T^T #but also everything else i write

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percy-puppy · 3 months

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Headcanon: Thinking of the 141!men having an afab!partner with body hair.

About: CoD Men || Task Force 141

CW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, afab!reader, reader with body hair, pubic hair, talks about bullying in school, judgment, puberty, insecurity, sex (oral/reader receiving, PIV/penetrative sex, switch!dynamic, body worship, s&m), hair pulling, not proofread

A/N: Anyone else struggling with posting on the smartphone app? Like Tumblr? What's going on? Anyway, this is for my bestie who ranged about the lack of representation. @mothymunson 💕

🎀Price: Price is a hairy, hairy man. God, he is so fuzzy, and it's so hot. Obviously, he doesn't care if his partner is hairy, either. It would be hypocritical of him, really. In fact, he would be an encouraging force. It's lots of work to keep shaved and smooth, and should you feel comfortable with just no longer shaving, then why not? He is happy when you are, and just because society expects something doesn't mean you have to obey. Price would support it fully, showering you with praise as you unlearn the old “values” taught from a way too early age and drop the trauma all the comments in your puberty gave you when body hair became more prominent. He teaches you a new, healthy form of confidence and, in the shortest time, “It's just hair, love.”

🎀Soap: Johnny is… Let's be honest; that man is a feral mutt. He might shave sometimes, not often, though honestly, but body hair on his partner? He can't explain it, but that bush gets him going. He is one to drop the “the wilderness must be explored” sentence when you first get together and are insecure about his reaction. He will beg you to let him eat you out, swearing on everything that's holy to him that he doesn't mind your pubic hair at all. And, damn, he isn't lying. He doesn't care, although he does—It makes him feral. The following hours are spent with the scot’s head between your legs. Also, before you bother to worry, a hair on his tongue will just be removed, “It's locks, bonny. Happens sometimes,” he’d laugh, and go back to work, nose buried in your hair as he sucks on your clit.

🎀Gaz: That boy is always shaved. It's his personal preference. When you first mention your difference (cause a man with a negative reaction isn't even worth your time), he is surprised. It's not in a bad way, though. He just knows enough people are giving in to the pressure of shaving. He is curious, ashamedly so. You see, the curiosity effect when somebody tells you they have a piercing down there? That's what it feels like for him now. He’d sheepishly ask to take the next step, unsure what he even expects since it's just hair at the end of the day. But once you take things to the next level, it suddenly clicks. It's your confidence—the raw, unashamed, natural being. You're unashamedly yourself, every imperfection perfection, and your most potent weapon. When he hit puberty, he was insecure for a long time before he had his glow-up. He was never tall or beefy enough, just always picking himself apart by comparing himself to others. Today, he is confident as hell, but the 13-14-year-old boy he once was would be on his knees worshipping a person like you, just fully defying social expectations. He always felt a little bit like worshipping you, but your naked form bouncing on top of him absolutely breaks him. He babbles praises between panting and moaning, hands moving over every inch of your body. “You're so hot. Shit, don't stop, you're just so- fuck. Fuck me. God, please.” He did not know he was a switch, and all he needed was a confident partner.

🎀Ghost: Simon isn't nearly as hairy as the other men. He sometimes trims his pubic hair, but mostly, he just isn't hairy enough to even care about it. He also doesn't care about your hair. It's just hair. But at night, his sadistic side comes through. During sex, he will tug on your bush for fun, sometimes just shortly before slapping your tit, sometimes he’ll just pull and pull like a maniac while fucking into you. The delicious pain sends electric shocks through your sobbing cunt as he pounds you toward orgasm. Should you ever shave or trim it, he will most definitely pout a little as he lost his favorite toy. Thankfully it's just hair, it’ll grow back, and until then, he’ll focus on slapping your clit and pulling your nipples. It's okay. He’ll survive.

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highdefinitions · 4 months

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new fic alert !!

it’s time for north star to be here :) i’m super excited for this one and i really do think it’s some of the best i’ve ever written so give it a shot if you’re feeling kind enough

find it here !

#percy.txt #you’re gonna go far #hockey ghouls #percy writes #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #posting this on the back of my horse so forgive me for any mistakes

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percivex · 2 years

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For the Double Life plant thing (if you’re still doing it)

Birch tree and Impulse/Bdubbs? :)

Birch Tree - Adaptability; Dreams; Elegance; Grace; Gracefulness; Growth; Initiation; Meekness; Pioneer Spirit; Renewal; Stability; Purification

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Impulse was still asleep.

Bdubs didn't realise it for a while, and he feels a little bad, but in fairness, he was busy shooing everyone off his property as he fought through the post-death haze. It was only after he was allowed the privacy of his own home again that he realised Impulse hadn't popped up to ask how he was, or reassure he wasn't angry about their death, or something lovely like that, and that was when he found him still in their bed.

Bdubs was a bit worried, but it was hard to be too panicked when he knew he wasn't dead, feeling Impulse's heartbeat in his own chest. Sometimes people took longer to wake up from a respawn. It was probably nothing.

Still, he clambers over Impulse onto his side of the bed and sits down, shuffling close to his side. Bdubs feels better like this, nestled by his soulmate and waiting for him to wake up, and it distracts him from the fresh bloodlust curdling in his gut.

He finds his hand falling to rest on Impulse's chest without much thought, feeling his own heartbeat, their heartbeat, beneath his fingertips. The image of a birch branch peeks out from underneath the collar of Impulse's shirt, following the path of the sword slash cleaved across Bdubs' chest, courtesy of Ren.

Bdubs hasn't looked at it himself, but he can still feel it throb, skin rubbed raw, and he knows it must be ugly. He's glad Impulse gets these nice birch branches instead.

"Sorry 'bout that." He apologises anyway, rubbing his thumb against the leaves that rest against Impulse's collarbone, voice a murmur. "Geez, you should have seen it, all those Reds coming right for me! It was a mess!"

He huffs a laugh - it's an exaggeration, but it's kind of true. It certainly felt like he had been swarmed by Reds.

Hostility rises in his chest at the reminder, at the memory of Ren and BigB dogpiling him and pain as he tried to escape, but Bdubs solves this by closing his eyes and falling onto his side so he was laying beside Impulse instead. He wasn't doing anything until his soulmate was awake.

He lifts his free hand to grip at his clock, hidden beneath his shirt. He can almost feel the thrum of each tick.

The itch recedes. Bdubs opens his eyes, and finds Impulse's sleeping face nearby. He looks peaceful.

And then his eyebrows furrow, and his red eyes squint open. The vibrancy of them startle Bdubs, even though it shouldn't.

How had their lives slipped through their fingers so quickly?

"...Bdubs?" Impulse slurs, voice thick with a life lost. He fumbles, reaching to rest a hand over Bdubs' one on his chest.

"Sleep well, princess?" Bdubs teases, raising his eyebrows. "You've been out for half an hour. I had to shoo everyone away myself."

Impulse's expression pinches. "Shoot. Sorry." He looks at him properly, in the eye, before letting out a hiss. "And we're Red now."

"Sure are. That's my bad." Bdubs sighs, but now that Impulse is awake, that fact feels more invigorating. Like a breath of fresh air; Bdubs knows intimately what it's like to be burdened with the urge to kill, but having Impulse share it with him lights a spark, almost makes it feel exciting.

There is something fun about being dangerous when you have someone to be dangerous with.

And judging by the glint in Impulse's eye, even as he tells him that it's fine, Bdubs is pretty sure he feels it too.

#percy writes #plant prompts #double life spoilers #impulsesv #bdouble0 #sorry for the wait at answering this!! i wanted to wait for a good opportunity #and lo and behold this session gave me it!#it's a little shorter than i would've liked but yknow #also put the words in the prompt i was more inspired by in bold for anyone interested

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rebuke-me · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/15 Fandom: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Of all the things Jake expected to see on his porch at 10:37 on a stormy night, Jeremy Heere clutching a battered notebook to his drenched hoodie was not one of them. “I need your help.”

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jake agrees to help jeremy with a summer bucket list. he does not in fact, expect to fall for the guy.

#percy writes #i need a new tag #jupiter's fics #that works #deere bmc #bmc deere #jakemy #be more chill #jake dillinger #jeremy heere #live a movie (life is hard)#lamlih

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creamsodaprince · 2 years

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@artichokebean Oct giving Marc a piggy back ride :)

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This was embarrassing.

Scratch that, it was more than embarrassing. This was downright humiliating.

"Almost to the apartment, love. How is your leg feeling?" Octavian's voice rumbled through Marc's chest and stomach, his back warm against the younger man's front.

"Its not doing much of the whole feeling thing." He closed his eyes, arms adjusting where they rested around the older Reaver's shoulders.

It was dumb of him, the fact he let that werewolf get his leg the way it had. He supposed it was a good thing Octavian was his ever-present shadow, otherwise he'd be laying in an alleyway waiting for bone and flesh to knot back together.

His eyes closed at Octavian's thoughtful hum, leaning down to rest his cheek against silky domino hair. It was . . . Strange, the comforting sway of Octavian's body under him. The warm hands locked around his ankles where he was being supported. He hadn't had a piggy back ride since he was 12 yet here he was at age fucking 26 riding on his maybe-lovers back while his leg dangled uselessly in the others grip.

God, he needed a nap.

#percy writes #crash corpse #my ocs #marcellus finch #octavian arnett

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grantairelibere · 3 years

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Here’s the fic I wrote for @thebanguette! I’ve never worked so hard on anything in my life, and I really, really hope you enjoy it. Armillaria: Modern AU, Courfeyrac/Marius. Rated M, no archive warnings apply. Marius Pontmercy moves into his new apartment, ready for a fresh start, only to discover he's not the only person living there. Well, he is the only person living there. Courfeyrac, his unintended new roommate, is a ghost. A story about trust, mushrooms, memory, befriending old professors, love, a box of VHS tapes, and the future.

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Accompanied by this absolutely incredible piece of art by @lafcadiosadventures that nearly made me weep tears of joy when I saw it, please go look.

#courfius #courfeyrac/marius #percy writes #i CANNOT believe this is done #anyway. i did an unspeakable amount of research for this fic. it has consumed my entire month #literally my schedule has been work come home write Armillaria sleep #this fic is my child and i cherish it #edit: oh my god the feedback yall im crying #literally thank you so much #sh*t percy says

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percy-the-penguin · 3 years

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Cell Block Tango (Six Addition)

Yes, what of it?

It’s not the best and i didn’t do it in my normal format and the queens aren’t in order but whatever, have Henrat dying 6 times :P

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Uh uh

Cicero

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And now, the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail, in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango

Cicero

Lipschitz

Pop

Six

Squish

Uh uh

Cicero

Lipschitz

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, LipschitzHe had it comin'

He had it comin'

He only had himself to blame

If you'd have been there

If you'd have seen itI betcha you would have done the same

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Lipschitz

Boleyn: You know how people have these little habits that get you down? Like Henry. Henry liked to call girls. No, not call: text! So I came home this one day, and I am really irritated (Aragon again) and I'm looking for a little bit of sympathy. And there's Henry, laying on the couch drinking some wine and calling. No, not calling: texting! So, I said to him, I said, "You text that girl one more time..." And he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots... into his head

He had it comin' He had it comin' He only had himself to blame If you'd have been there If you'd have heard it I betcha you would have done the same

Parr: I met Henry the eighth, from England, about two years ago, and he told me he was single, and we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner. And then I found out. "Single," he told me? Single, my ass. Not only was he married, oh, no, he had six wives. One of those Anglicans, you know? So that night, when he came home from court, I fixed him his drink, as usual. You know some guys just can't hold their arsenic He had it comin' He had it comin' He took a flower In its prime And then he used it And he abused it It was a murder But not a crime

Howard: Now, I'm standing in the kitchen, carving up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business. In storms my husband Henry in jealous rage. "You been screwing the footman," he says. He was crazy and he kept on screaming "You been screwing the footman." And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times

If you'd have been there If you'd have seen it I betcha you would have done the same!

Jane: How did I find myself here? They say my brother held down my husband and I cut his head off. But it's not true. I am innocent. I don't know why my brother Thomas says I did it. I tried to explain at the police station but they did not understand Boleyn: Yea but did you do it? Jane: Uh uh. Not guilty Cleves: My sister Amalia and I had this double act, and my husband Henry traveled around with us. Now, for the last number in our act we did this twenty acrobatic tricks in a row. One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. So this one night before the show, we're down at the Richmond Palace, the three of us boozing, having a few laughs. And we run out of ice so I went out to get some. I come back, open the door, and there's Amelia and Henry, doing number seventeen: the spread eagle! Well, I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead

They had it comin' (they had it comin') They had it comin' (they had it comin') They had it comin' all along I didn't do it (she didn't do it) But if I'd done it (but if she'd done it) How could you tell me that I was wrong?They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' (they had it comin') They had it comin' all along (they took a flower in its prime) I didn't do it (and then they used it) But if I'd done it How could you tell me that I was wrong? Aragon: I loved King Henry more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy, sensitive, a poet. But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself, and on the way he found Boleyn, Seymour, Cleves, Howard, and Parr. I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive... and I saw him dead

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bumThey had it comin' (they had it comin')

He had it comin' (they had it comin') He had it comin' all along 'Cause if he used us ('cause if he used us) And he abused us (and he abused us) How could you tell us that we were wrong?

He had it comin' (he had it comin') He had it comin' (he had it comin') He only had himself to blame (he only had himself to blame) If you'd have been there (if you'd have been there) If you'd have seen it (if you'd have seen it) I betcha you would have done the same

You text that girl one more time!

Single my ass

Ten times!

Number seventeen, the spread eagle

Artistic differences

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Six

Squish

Uh uh

Cicero

Lipschitz

#thanks for reading #this was great and bad #im sorry for your loss #six #percy writes #please forgive me

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mysteryprof · 5 years

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trying to post Temple of Anubis highlights like

#it's not skin... tumblr please #percy writes

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yxiaolong · 5 years

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When I get home I think it's finally time to finish chapter 2 of statues. Putting this here so I actually do it...

#Percy writes #statues of the love I've known

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percy-puppy · 4 months

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Headcanon: Dick Piercings

About: CoD Men || Gaz, König, Keegan, Soap

A/N: Bestie and I talked about the CoD men and if any of them have a piercing in their special area. It ended with me researching for an hour and coming to these conclusions. @mothymunson caused it with this! ↓

TW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, Piercings (duh.), DICK DIAGRAMS (plural), Me thirsting, talk about dicks/masochism/lil sex talk focused on vagina owners since I wrote this to self-indulge.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick

Ampallang Piercing.

✿ It's pretty subtle compared to the others, but still some bling (his piercing is made from gold), and I think it suits Gaz's personality, too. Also, it doesn't just feel good for you, cause many men report increased sexual pleasure with this piercing. He definitely got it for this reason.

Keegan P. Russ

Reverse Prince Albert.

✿ “Just the tip,” has such a nice drag with that piercing. He also has a tongue piercing. He isn't even half in, and he doesn't need to, tbh. That piercing is the g-spot magic wand.

König

Prince Albert. (classic)

✿ This had me drooling, and I didn't even know what got me so hard at first, but here is why: It's quite a thick ring and just gives bull vibes, which matches him wholeheartedly. He is a massive man and cannonically couldn't be a sniper because of it. He was later assigned as an insertion specialist and served as a battering ram. So, he is a breeding bull — breeding kink, size kink, mating press… It’s once again a piercing both sides get increased pleasure from.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

TOP: 3 Top Ladders. Dydoe/King’s Crown. (Pierced through the ridge vertically at the penis's head base.)

BOTTOM: 3 Bottom Ladders. Hafada/Scrotal. (He is pierced there 1x (ring piercing). It sits right in the middle. During doggy, it smacks your clit.)

✿ Listen… he likes some pain, he is a little nuts—the chaotic middle-child energy just manifested like that. He has multiple dick piercings. He enjoys the modification of his cock, and getting them was fun for him, too. He definitely makes jokes that sound like condom sale slogans, like, “✨Ribbed for her Pleasure✨”. He got them for your pleasure, but he gets off on getting you off, so it's a double-win.

#percy writes #percy headcanons #call of duty headcanons #call of duty hc #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan hc #call of duty imagine #cod könig #könig hc #könig headcanons #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x reader #könig x reader #keegan russ x reader #gaz x reader #gaz headcanons #soap headcanons

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highdefinitions · 4 months

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you're gonna go far update !!

unfortunately the time has come for me to post the last chapter of this fic :( this is a very sad day for me..

read here !

#percy.txt #percy writes #you're gonna go far #hockey ghouls #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #ifrit ghoul #mountain ghoul #all the ghouls idk #my bad for being late on the post again. i was busy watching movies and reading fanfiction

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percivex · 2 years

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For the plant prompt: 12 + Team Rancher?

[Send me DL characters with a plant]

Billardiera - Hope for better days

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They've moved their bed into the empty goat shack for the night, both of them too tired to patch up their little house now. It doesn't do much to make them feel better, the space a constant reminder of the poor goats they've lost, but at least it has a roof.

They cram into the bed together, a tangle of clumsy limbs, and there's never been quite enough space but they make it work. Tango still runs hot, even hotter than his usual warmth despite having had hours to calm down, but Jimmy doesn't mind when Tango wraps an arm around him and presses his face into his shoulder. He just holds him back, and tries to wrap his small wings around the both of them.

Miraculously, Jimmy escaped the burning of their home with only one burn of his own making - a wide, bubbled beast that stretches across the back of his right forearm, when he lingered too long as he tried to swat out the flames.

The rest are from Tango, a sprawl of faint red in patches across his leg, his back, his shoulder. They're smooth and framed with plant imagery against Jimmy's skin, marking them as soulmate injuries, but they're not very important now that the pain has subsided. Jimmy is far more interested in Tango's soulmate injury, his faint red brand across his right forearm that matches Jimmy's own.

Jimmy shifts, gently grabbing Tango's forearm and running his thumb along the picture of stark green leaves lining Jimmy's burn. Bell-shaped flowers poke their heads through the foliage, a gentle yellowish-green against the phantom irritated skin, and purple fruit bloom proudly in between, shiny and looking vaguely like some kind of pepper. Or an apple, maybe.

They match the flowers and fruits that line the burns Jimmy has from Tango. They also mirror the plants that spread across his chest and legs from their first death, even if those look less pretty, wilted and rotting as they are.

"What are you doing with my arm?" Tango mumbles, somewhat amused as he glances up from his shoulder when Jimmy continues to trace each leaf and petal.

"Admiring your plants." Jimmy replies lightly, and it isn't even a lie. He's always found a strange beauty in them. "It's a shame you can only get them when I get us hurt."

"You're one to talk." Tango snorts, bringing his free hand up to trace at the leaves tentatively curling past the collar of Jimmy's shirt, branching off another one of their burns. "At this rate, you'll be a whole garden in no time."

Jimmy smiles, squeezing Tango's forearm encouragingly. "Maybe, but we're still yellow. That's a win, in my opinion."

Tango sighs, the corners of his lips quirking upwards. "It sure is."

He pushed closer, and Jimmy let him, letting go of his forearm to be able to hug him close. "And some of the cows survived." Jimmy adds, as an afterthought. "And the chickens probably did too, since they're underground. And we still have our horns."

"And I'm gonna kill Scar." Tango muses, pressing a grin into his shoulder. "Yeah, it'll all work out, I know."

"Well-" Jimmy breaks into a giggle, and he can feel Tango's grin widen. "Okay, I don't know if you should kill him, but we'll get back at him, for sure. And we'll make the ranch even better than before!"

Tango is quiet for a moment, his grin dimming, and for a moment, Jimmy worries he's said something wrong.

"We'll have cows," Tango says eventually, tail wrapping languidly around Jimmy's leg, "and chickens, and goats, and horses. Sheep and pigs too, the whole nine yards. We'll be proper ranchers."

"And a pet dog?" Jimmy asks, quietly, suddenly feeling fragile in the face of their possible future. "For herding the animals."

"Obviously a pet dog! We wouldn't be a proper ranch without one." Tango laughs, grin returning full force, his presence warm and familiar.

Jimmy smiles, and decides to believe it's possible. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

#percy writes #plant prompts #solidaritygaming #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #double life smp #team rancher #relationship open to interpretation

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rebuke-me · 4 years

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we’re back in business babey

#percy writes #newsies #tangled au #a big middle finger to those that got it deleted :)#some of the dialogue is edited for the butthurt people

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creamsodaprince · 2 years

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Hngh drabble

#tosses random bullshit intp a blender and smacks a few paragrpahs down #im still sicl and feeling like donger #percy writes

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grantairelibere · 3 years

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Here’s my fic for the @lesmissamepromptficchallenge 2021 edition!

It is rated M for a good reason, so please read the tags before diving in blind.

Second Fitting: Modern AU, Enjolras/Grantaire. Grantaire is a tailor, and at eight in the morning on a Tuesday a devastatingly familiar man walks into his shop for some alterations on a suit. Grantaire only knew him for a night, but he'd recognize that hair anywhere.

#percy writes #enjoltaire #exr #idk how US film ratings work but in canada this would be rated 14A #anyway #i opened my email to find many messages from ao3 bc of this and i cannot express how thankful i am #i felt like No Face from Spirited Away in front of that massive banquet of food #i will get round to responding but yet another writing project demands my attention #sh*t percy says

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